Family boundaries and celebrations: Why exclusion from a dinner plan led to a difficult decision regarding a birthday event

Sean appeared at my new apartment unannounced one week after I returned from Rome.

I had rented a sleek, modern loft in the Seaport District—a place full of light and glass, far removed from the stuffy, velvet-draped world of Beacon Hill. When I opened the door, the man standing there looked like a ghost of my husband.

He looked haggard. The polished continue reading …